I Can Say It...

I can say this in the nicest way possible,
having been scrubbed and sanitized
from your every existence.
My filth is your failure.
I am guilty in your words
and equally alone in your thoughts,
forcing me to become my new intention.
It's about you making it about me
as much as I'm making it about you
making it about you
in the guise of it being about me.
That's as clear as this new reality
lets me see through this sickness of disbelief.
As hard as it is to hide what's on my mind
and beyond, I know that I still
have the heart within me
to tell you what I believe
in the nicest way possible.